Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs, Berthold

with a hint of fear in his expression, but he didn’t

patted his head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle.

Melora, Berthold relaxed, closing his

ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car,

murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained

a long silence, he gently stepped on

an hour later, the car slowly pulled into

of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on her robe

stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold,

for a

sleep with Skyler tonight. You

Crystal nodded.

the staircase again, she opened the

Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm

too soft, or the day had been too

rolled over, pulling Berthold close

porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark

his heart soften

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after

wore her

Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the old scoundrel is,

came out more vulgar

the children hear

her a fierce glare, but times

was once frightened now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited

eased the tense look

Melora. I’ll head to the

Crystal agreed with a

them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they

I am Melora’s brother, and

your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your favorite fried

to step

emotion washed over her

have come

called out in a

go prepare something for us to eat. You take

Melora nodded.

snack. By the time everything was

cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and

and

the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on a

kept her

the meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He

could she dwell on

past two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about

were swept away by the winds of time just

the newspaper. He was

lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of

all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She

girl

in, Crystal went to see Henry in the

open the heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that was

ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his

her, walked to the window,

much! Aren’t

watched her in

voluntarily approached him, sat on his

out the cigarette

silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle

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